All language subtitles for The Wild Wild West S01E06 The Night of a Thousand Eyes

Captain!

Oh, Captain,

we are going to
make it, aren't we?

Of course we are.

This here is the finest, most
powerful boat on the river,

the Delta Belle.

We've got armed guards in there,

the best pilot on
the Mississippi.

Nothing's going to
happen to us, Miss Previne.

I sincerely hope not, Captain.

I sincerely hope not.

Yes, ma'am.

If there's anything I learned

about this rotten business...

dead men tell no tales.

Where are we?

I just got a flash of the
steeple in Springfield.

I'm laying her over to it now.

By thunder, I think
we're going to make it.

Did you doubt it?

You know darn well I did.

So did you.

If it hadn't been

for that bonus, I'd never
have left New Orleans.

Yeah. Three more hours,
and we're in Vicksburg,

safe and sound.

Pray God.

Watch it!

Look out for the rocks!

There's the
steeple, the steeple!

Out of my way!

Get out of there!

Move!

Got word they fished his body
out of the river two hours ago.

That's the fourth investigator
we've lost in as many weeks.

Moore, Fisher,
O'Neill, now Hackett.

And all of the causes
listed as accidental.

Hackett was a good swimmer.

I don't believe he drowned.

You think he might have
been aboard the Delta Belle

when she went down?

The others were fished
out of the river, too.

That makes it just too
coincidental for me, Artemus.

They must have
been onto something.

Or somebody.

Remember, Artemus,

there hasn't been a trace
of the boat or any cargo.

The only clue we
have is a roulette chip

from The Pot of Gold.

Hackett's luck.

He didn't live long
enough to cash it in.

So, now I'll try mine.

Uh, book says there's a law

against us Secret Service
fellows gambling, remember?

It's our only lead.

At least it's a place.

You cover the river
section of Fitch Landing,

and work your way up to me.

I'll be glad to.

It's only 150 miles.

Jim?

Put that on number 13, will you?

For Hackett.

Welcome, sir.

Welcome to The Pot of Gold.

Blackjack, poker,
dice, roulette.

Take your pick
of the table, sir.

And no limits.

It's quite a place
you have here.

Or I had.

The river's dying on its feet.

The boats, disappearing.

Yes, it's got so
everybody's afraid

to go on the river anymore.

The whole tourist
trade... Shot into Hades.

This chip come from your casino?

My hobby is remembering
faces, and I, uh...

I've never seen you in
action around here before.

A friend of mine
couldn't come tonight.

He gave me this
chip to play for him.

His name's Hackett.

Hackett. Hackett.

Oh, yes. Hackett.

Real unlucky fellow.

Yeah. Real unlucky.

Never cried, though,
like a lot of them cry

when they lose.

If he did cry, he
won't cry anymore.

He took a long trip.

Oh.

Seems like black could
be your friend's color.

Call me Crystal.

James West.

Well, take care of
Mr. West, Crystal.

Very good care.

James?

Jim?

Or Mr. West?

Take your choice.

Black.

Let it ride.

My friend never
play at your table?

A lot of men played at my table.

Names, faces...

They're all one to me.

You think I'd remember.

It's nice to be remembered.

Seems like your friend's
luck could be changing.

That would be an improvement.

What time do you finish?

3:00.

Will you have dinner with me,

or should I say
breakfast at that hour?

I'm afraid not.

You are lucky, Mr. West.

Does that mean you've
changed your mind

about dinner tonight?

Aah!

Why did you set me up?

Get out of here.

Not until you answer
some questions.

I have nothing to say.

You were cheating,
letting me win.

Why?

I like you.

You know that.

Then why are you running away?

They were supposed to find me

with my pockets turned
inside out and dead,

and not ask too many questions.

That was the idea, wasn't it?

A victim of robbery.

No.

No.

You're repeating yourself.

It's time for some
"yes" answers.

Let's begin with, "Yes."

What do you know
about my friend Hackett,

and, yes, who
put you up to this?

You've gotten me all wrong.

Convince me.

There was no one.

Then I'll have to convince you.

Hackett was working
for the government.

So am I.

Hackett was murdered,

and so were three other
government agents before him.

And tonight,

they tried to kill me.

A simple accident.

Who knows?

Maybe you're next.

Another accident.

No!

You're still repeating yourself.

Or maybe it won't be the river.

A simple drowning.

Or maybe they have
something special

in mind for you, Crystal.

I-I was given the message.

Instructions to let you win.

I was going to be paid.

Who by?

I don't know.

Crystal?

I don't know.

C...

Co... Coffin.

Coffin.

I can forgive a mistake
made by a man.

None of us are all that perfect.

I can excuse a misjudgment,
underestimation, even a failure.

Mr. West is not an ordinary man,

but cowardice...
That is unforgivable.

Wouldn't you say so, Poavey?

Wouldn't you say, Poavey?!

I wouldn't do nothing
like that, Captain.

Liar!

Poavey...

it's written in your eyes.

You're the liar, Captain!

You can't see anything
with them eyes.

I can see right through
them to your rotten soul.

Your heart bleeds yellow!

No man calls Poavey a coward!

Coward!

Coward!

Coward...

Get rid of him quickly.

And now, Oriana, we must
devote some thought to Mr. West.

His train is still going north.
He himself remains here.

He's a dangerous man,

and that requires something

quite out of the ordinary.

Jennifer... Wingate...

We've called on her
before... Several times.

Is she... beautiful?

But beautiful enough to
interest a man like Mr. West?

But not as beautiful
as you... Oriana.

So lovely.

So uniquely... lovely.

Oh, Oriana, my golden one.

Send a message of instruction

to Jennifer Wingate.

Tell her to make
contact with James West.

She has never failed... to kill.

I tell you, Jim,

this crew would put
Captain Kidd to shame...

One speck of debris
from The Dixie Belle

found floating 100 miles
downstream from here.

What I'd like to know
is how he does it.

And who's Coffin? Right.

That's all the poor
girl said, huh? "Coffin"?

That's all she had time to say.

That bar of soap on the floor...

Could you hand it to me, please?

Well, it could be

the fellow's voice
is changing, Jim.

Could be.

Clumsy.

Now, will you please hand me
the soap and get out of here?

But lady, you're
on the wrong side.

Jim...

I know, but the ladies'
side is occupied.

Jim, don't be so
old-fashioned, will you?

In Japan, everybody
bathes together.

This is not Japan.

Ah.

Artemus, you heard the
lady: this is not Japan.

And you have more
investigating to do.

Uh, y-y-yeah, l-look, let
me just clean up a little bit...

There's no need, uh...

If you were a gentleman,

you would leave
with your friend.

And if you were a lady,

you wouldn't be
here in the first place.

Would you like me
to call the manager?

Under the circumstances,
that might be very interesting.

I'll wait outside.

Oh, oh, sir...

Name's West... James West.

Mr. West, would you kindly
hand me that towel, please?

Discreetly.

I'm always discreet.

The towel, please.

For some reason, bathing
invariably gives me an appetite.

It often has the
same effect on me.

Wonderful... then we
can have dinner tonight.

We can share a finger bowl.

Hardly. We haven't
been properly introduced.

My name's James, and yours?

Jennifer Wingate.

Now, the towel,
please, Mr. West.

James.

James.

Dinner?

Dinner.

Mmm...

Mister...

I heard you was
looking for someone.

Well, if I were looking
for someone, sugar,

I could stop right now, huh?

What, uh, friendly thing
did you have in mind?

Conversation?

Charming way to start.

What'll we talk about first?

What you want to know about.

Facts of life?

Ask me anything.

I suppose the first
subject of conversation

should be money, huh?

I don't want your money.

Well, that's interesting.

What, then?

Revenge.

Aw... a woman scorned.

A father killed!

Cold blood, just like that.

I want to see the man
who killed him dead.

Coffin?

Coffin. Ansel Coffin.

What'd your father
have to do with Coffin?

He was one of his men.

Not that I excuse him

for helping do
Coffin's dirty work...

but no human should
be choked like a rat!

Sugar, I want Coffin
more than you do.

Where do I find him?

I don't know.

He's got a place... hidden away.

My father would never say where.

Sugar, you're not helping me.

It's your friend
who needs the help.

Friend?

Now what friend would that be?

Jim West.

Jim West... Jim... West.

He's gonna be dead.

Coffin hired
somebody to kill him.

You do know
something, don't you?

Who?

A girl... Jennifer.

Her name is Jennifer Wingate.

Thank you, Miss, uh...

Poavey. Glory Poavey.

Thank you, Miss Poavey.

I'll talk with you
again sometime.

Next time you talk to me,

tell me about Coffin's funeral.

Miss Poavey,
it'll be a pleasure.

I complement myself
on this dish, Mr. West...

A recipe handed down

through several
generations of my family.

Old World or New?

Does that make a difference?

It has been said that
the Old World recipes

were so highly seasoned

that they disguised
their true taste and flavor.

Such as, Mr. West?

You may go now, Arnold.

Such as was the custom of
the vendetta in the Old World.

You mean that such dishes
often contained poison?

That has been said.

We're not related,
so you, of course,

would have nothing
like that to worry about.

Of course.

And why would a girl like
you want to revenge herself

against a charming,
defenseless man like me anyway?

I would never use poison.

What would you use?

Let us have some secrets
from each other... shall we?

I suppose everyone
has their own style...

you yours, I mine.

The luxury of choice

is always in the
hands of the aggressor.

I'm the passive type.

Which are you at the moment?

You're not afraid
of me, Mr. West?

You're a woman.

If I weren't afraid of you,

I'd be a reckless fool.

And my lips...

do they frighten you, too?

Especially your lips.

Be a reckless fool, darling.

Try mine.

I don't know you that well.

You talk too much.

Who's Coffin?

I suppose I'll have
to tell you now.

Why fight it?

I'm afraid I singed
your bullet-proof vest.

That's all right.

I'll send it to the
foundry for repairs.

I'm sorry, darling.

Think nothing
of it. It's insured.

Do you ever take it off?

Only on my birthday.

Happy birthday, darling.

About Coffin.

It would have been a shame
to have killed you, darling.

Some other time.

You were saying
about Coffin, darling?

He does want you killed.

You'd be flattered

at how much money I
was going to be paid.

Of course, there was
nothing personal about it.

Naturally.

I like your style, Mr. West.

Now, why don't you take
off your bullet-proof vest?

About Coffin, and riverboats,
and Old World recipes?

It's a way of life,

and one does have
to live these days.

I pass on information about
every riverboat that passes by.

The name,

destination, cargo,
that sort of thing.

What's the information for?

I don't know.

The boats are being wrecked.

How about the cargos?

Stolen, and then sold.

The passengers?

Killed.

You're a naughty girl, Jennifer.

I don't want to
be... not really.

If you mean what you say,
take me to where Coffin is.

When I shot you, it
was a signal to Arnold.

He released a pigeon.

The message said you were dead.

But you and I know differently.

Pity.

About what?

When I do take you to
Coffin, he will kill you.

Like you said... a way of life.

Well, now, shall we eat?

Delicious.

Delicious, darling.

Cozy surroundings.

Like a graveyard, darling.

It's not too late to turn back.

You tempt me, Jennifer.

Maybe in some other life.

If you live that long.

Thank you for
waiting, gentlemen.

I brought him to you.

I sent word so you'd
be ready for him.

I told you to kill him,
not to bring him here.

I tried.

You failed.

No one comes here
unless I send for them.

I do not tolerate such failure.

I will decide what
to do with her later.

She did the best she
could, Captain Coffin.

It's not her fault
I'm still alive.

But not for long, Mr. West.

My companions... scum, riffraff,

cutthroats from every
treacherous coast in the world.

Zanzibar, Hatteras,
Key West, Cornwall...

Wreckers, and
none better or worse.

Not that way, Farley.

For you, Mr. West,

I have other things in mind.

I think I've drawn
your fangs, Mr. West.

This is my headquarters
and my home.

Looks more like a warehouse.

11 years ago when I had my eyes,

I might have said
the same thing.

An explosion took away
my sight and my livelihood.

I was the finest pilot
on the Mississippi.

I still am.

You'd be amazed how blindness
sharpens the other faculties.

Everything here is for
the pleasure of my senses.

Smell.

Touch.

Hearing.

And this is my
greatest treasure.

The one I prize

above all the others.

Oriana, my wife.

Are you afraid of him now?

She has a premonition about you,

Mr. West, but presently,

I will give her
final, positive proof

that you can no longer

harm me.

Exquisite, isn't she?

One of the loveliest
women I've ever seen.

Praise from a connoisseur.

You must thank him, Oriana.

Go ahead.

You are very kind, Mr. West.

A Chinese potter

always deliberately
flaws his work

to avoid... perfection.

Her voice is Oriana's flaw.

A flatboat is leaving Natchez.

How do you know that?

One of my eyes has seen it.

Come here.

From one end of
the river to the other,

I have 1,000 agents... my eyes.

Nothing moves on the river,

even a small,
unimportant flatboat,

that I don't know about.

From hour to hour,

I know the whereabouts
of every vessel.

And you destroy them... how?

There are critical points
where a pilot lays his course

according to landmarks...
A tree, a rock, a steeple.

We provide alternate landmarks.

And the ships wind
up on the shoals.

Exactly... to be looted,
dismantled, burned.

To vanish.

A month ago, there
were 100 vessels here.

Now only two, and a flatboat.

No question it's
been most profitable.

Gleanings, gleanings.

Tomorrow I will send a message

to the President
of the United States

demanding a tribute.

One cent for every
pound of cargo

that I permit to move
freely along the river.

Impossible; you'll
never get away with it.

Your voice betrays you.

You're not at all
sure it's impossible.

What's to stop me?

In a year, I'll be the
richest man in history.

It's nearly time.

Dooley!

To the cage.

The storm's upon us, Mr. West.

If you look behind
you, you'll see

there's a lightning rod

attached to your cage.

Already, the very ground

is charged with
electrical fluid.

The air tingles

with it.

You will be electrocuted.

Where are they?

Who, sir?

The girl and the man.

You'll have to be
more explicit, sir.

What girl and what man?

Jennifer Wingate...
She is a girl.

And Jim West... he's a man.

And don't "sir" me.

Talk.

Well, sir, I mean,
they did dine, sir,

and then Miss Wingate
had to leave hurriedly

to visit a sick uncle,

and the gentleman
went on about his way.

That sick uncle
wouldn't happen to be

a man named
Coffin, now, would it?

"Coffin" is a casket, sir.

A box in which one
is usually buried.

Thank you very much.

Jim?

Jim?!

Forget him, mate.

Uh, you say forget him?

May I ask what you mean by that?

What I said... forget him, mate.

Ah. You must know something

that, uh, I don't.

Yeah, like you're going
to join him real soon, mate.

I see.

And, uh, you gentlemen
are going to escort me there?

That's right, we're
going to take you,

right, Lug?

Right, Mike.

Well, if it's going
to be a long journey,

I'm sure you
won't mind if I, uh...

Oh, no.

We'll even go in with you,

won't we, Lug?

Right.

Well, thank you, thank you.

Ah, drowning's much cleaner.

Yes, gentlemen, it's always
been an old tradition of the family

among my ancestors.

Almost a, uh, motto
of the clan, if you will.

Never take a long
journey unless well bathed.

One never knows whom
one may meet along the way,

and as my father
always said to me,

"One should always
look his best, Artemus."

Ha-ha-ha! You're
the jolly pirate.

And you're daft, mate.

Go ahead and enjoy yourself.

Hold that for me, will you?

Thank you very much.

Hey, take the Greeks and
the Romans, for instance, eh?

Why, they were
known for their baths.

All our modern plumbing
comes right from their culture.

That goes back centuries.

Thank you very much.

You, uh... have heard
of baths, haven't you?

Not me, mate.

They rust the bones.

Oh, not at all.

They're wonderful.

Why, take soap, for instance.

It's a magnificent invention.

Absolutely evaporates
the dirt, tingles the skin,

gives one a deep
sense of purity.

Soap, soap, beautiful,
beautiful soap.

Thank you very much.

I tell you, gentlemen,

baths are probably
the best things

that one can ever take.

You ought to try it sometime.

You too, Mike.

You.

$100 if you tell me
where I can find my friend.

Sure.

Where is he?

He's where nobody
can do him any good.

By now, he's in the river,

dead.

Ansel?

Yes, Oriana?

I have never
questioned your wisdom.

But now?

Release Mr. West.

Oriana, soon now...

the whole river will be mine.

Ansel...

can we leave here?

Go away.

Live in peace?

Just when I have
them at my feet?

I don't want the
river to be your grave.

The river will be my
throne. Our throne.

I'll give you the whole
world for a kingdom.

I do not want a whole world.

I want you.

Alive.

I want you alive.

I only want to share

your love.

You already have
all my love, Oriana.

That can never be lost.

I'm afraid that if
you kill Mr. West...

you'll kill us, too.

I was very fortunate that
night the boat blew up

and I lost my sight
because you were aboard.

You found me on the
deck, you stayed with me.

You became my eyes.

You are my life.

Do you think I would
let anything or anybody

take you away from me?

Take us away from each other?

I would rather die.

But I am afraid.

Do not be afraid of a dead man!

The dead cannot hurt.

Something wrong with
your eyes, Mr. West?

Your powder flash blinded me.

Very good, Mr. West.

But not nearly good enough.

You will have to practice
for 11 years in the dark...

The darkness of your
skull! to compete with me.

There are weapons all
around you, Mr. West.

Guns... knives... rifles. There.

You catch on quickly, Mr. West.

It will only slightly
prolong your life.

Don't make a sound, Oriana.

I have an ingenious
weapon for your demise...

Mr. West!

Ansel!

Oriana?

Oriana!

Oh... Ansel.

Oriana.

I'm sorry, but under
the circumstances

life imprisonment
is almost mandatory.

Surely you must have
some influence with the judge.

Mmm, mmm, under
the circumstances,

my recommendation
might do some good.

I've already promised
I will never again

do any of those evil things.

Artemus, do you believe her?

I certainly do not.

How can you say that?

Easily.

I can't understand it, Jim.

How can you sit there

and let yourself be
stung by the kiss of death?

No, no, Artemus.

No, no, no, really.

For three days and nights,

I've been tramping up and
down that river without sleep.

Certain that, at the next bend,

I'd find you floating somewhere,
face down in the water.

I get jumped on by two men

and nearly drowned myself

in a bathtub!

And you say, "No,
no, no, Artemus.

No, no."

Artemus, why
should you complain?

Coffin put me into a cage
and tried to electrocute me.

And she... she
tried to shoot me.

And... at close range.

Aah.

So, I was wrong,

darlings.

But there must be some
forgiveness in your hearts.

Life?

Ten years.

Five.

And of course, time
off for good behavior.

Jim... I am simply appalled.

How can you even
consider leniency

at a time like this?

This woman tried to kill you.

She tried to kill both of us.

I've turned over a new leaf.

That must count for something.

Besides, do we know how
many other monstrous crimes

she may have committed?

Mmm...

W-Well, on the other hand,
I mean, there's no need

to be vindictive,
either, you know.

Poor little thing.